The Passing Of Grandmother O'Hair.

Grandma O'Hair died at Mr. and Mrs. Jim Berry's home in Lampasas June 29th, Friday 11 p. m., 1923, just three weeks later than the death of her daughter, Mrs. Mary Hutto, whose home was at Aransas Pass, Texas. She was buried in the Dobyville Cemetery Sunday, July 1st, 1923. She was ninety-two years of age and was confined to her room some five or six years in a helpless condition before the end came.

She was a daughter of old Uncle Jake Wolf, who came from Tennessee, and who lived at Dobyville about 47 years before his death. She was a sister to old Uncle Billy George, Pate, Ell Tom and John Wolf, all of whom have preceded her in passing over the Valley of Death, from whence no one returneth.

Grandma O'Hair was the last member of this good old pioneer family, who have lived in Burnet County for some 60 odd years, and were instrumental in opening up the frontiers of Texas for future settlement. As the writer of this article lived neighbor and mingled with and was associated with this family of people from childhood to womanhood, I wish to state that a better, kinder people never lived in Burnet County than I knew them to be. They were all of a sincere nature and did not indorse the present formality of life, being kind, generous and courteous to all and to know them was to ever appreciate their good traits of character.

Mrs. O'Hair was married to Judge O'Hair some seventy-four years ago, and to their union eight children were born, being three girls and five boys. Mr. Joe, Tom, Rolly, Hop, and Mike are the five brothers and sons of this good old mother and Helen, Minnie and Mary are the three sisters and daughters of this good lady. The only ones who survive her are Mr. Joe O'Hair of Naruna, Hop O'Hair of Coleman City, Texas, of the five sons, and Mrs. Helen Nix of El Dorado, and Mrs. Jim Berry of Lampasas, Texas are the two living daughters.

Many of her friends will recall the sad instance of some three or four years ago during the terrible "Flu" epidemic when her son Rolly, whose home was in Cheyenne, Wyoming, started to pay his good old mother a visit, and only got as far as Denton, Texas and there was stricken with the "Flu" and died, never arriving to see his mother. He was also buried at Dobyville in the family grave yard.

Mrs. O'Hair has lived in Burnet County most all her life. You will recall the fact that Judge O'Hair, her husband, was an official of Burnet County for 40 odd years, and their many friends are too numerous to mention, but all knew them, knew them only to respect them in the highest degree. They were so kind and neighborly and they were always thinking of others comfort and convenience more often than their own.

She leaves a number of grand-children and great grand children to mourn the loss of one who loved them dearly. To Mr. and Mrs. Jim Berry and children who watched over so faithful for so many years and never tired of their devotion to her care and comfort during all of her years of feebleness, she being always so kind and patient towards them at all times.

Yes, dear children, you will dream of scenes and days of yore. 
When from pain and care you were free, 
Yes , you will long to see Mother's face once more, 
As when it beamed with joy to welcome thee, 
Yes, you will long to see her as she sat, 
While your childish glee around her did ring. 
As you remember how sweetly she did sing, 
And will often fancy what the sweet memory will bring.
 
There is a wealth of pure affection, 
There is a retrospect of joy, 
Mingled with the thoughts of mother and home. 
And the tender remembrance where e'er, 
There was no dearer soul than hers, 
How it thrilled
Now her Angel form softly reposes. 
On the Dobyville hills. 
An offering to Him who rules us all. 
Her sweet Mother Spirit will hover about us still. 
 
How you will miss her every where, 
How sad to look at her vacant chair, 
She talked of Heaven and longed to go, 
Her sickness, death and suffering are no more, 
Now you can feel and know that all is well, 
Yes, my friends-after friends depart
Who hath not lost a friend There is no, union of heart, 
That finds not here an end, 
For this frail world owes only rest. 
 
Living or dying none were best, 
Beyond the fight of time, 
Beyond this vale of death, 
There surely is some blessed clime, 
Where life is not a breath, 
Nor life's affection transient fire, 
Whose sparks fly upward to the sky. 
 
There is a world above, 
Where parting is unknown, 
A whole eternity of love, 
Formed for the good alone. 
A faith beholds the dying here, 
Transiated to the happy sphere. 
 
Thus star by star declines, 
Till all are passed away, 
As morning high and higher shines, 
To pure and perfect day, 
Nor sink those stars
In empty night, 
They hide themselves
In Heaven's own light, 
 
Yes, let us scatter seeds of kindness, 
As was the life of dear Grandmother O'Hair, 
Enriching her valuable life to befriend, 
She has left them trusted to the harvest given, 
And He will make each seed scattered grow, 
Let us live and profit by her devoted life, 
So in the final end. 
We shall never want for a friend.

Contributed by one who loved her as a mother. 
 
Mrs. Lena Reynolds, Burnet, Texas